Novel & Cerita Bleeding Five Finger Death Punch

It will leave a mark on me, watching someone helplessly struggle for breath that way. Alexi crushed his airway, one single punch in the right part of a man’s throat and boom … dead. A very effective and stealth way to kill someone and obviously a trained move. Alexi is a man who uses his hands more than weapons and I stare numbly at the scene before me. I feel like this is a dream and I’m no longer here, adrenaline coursing through me and yet it leaves me utterly exhausted. I suddenly just want to lie down and pass out.

I closed my eyes, feeling my hands shaking against the plastic cover on the table. How can you kill a man with one punch?

Probably mine and his. I suck in a painful breath and shove him off me. My arms tremble against his weight, but I manage to slide him to the side and kick out. Gloves is completely unconscious lying face down on the carpet when I roll onto my hands and knees, gasping for breath he’d stolen from me. I spit blood and tooth fragments onto the carpet, wiping my mouth on the back of my swollen, bruised fingers. I, of course, didn’t think my actions through. I’ve sparred enough in my life to know that punching someone in the face, especially along the jaw, is enough to bust open the skin along my knuckles, but I think my fingers on my right hand might actually be broken.

What I needed to do is fight them using my hands. I chuckled as I reminisce my father's word, “In order to punch without injury to the hand, you must have proper fist elaboration. Begin by folding the fingertips into the palm. Wrap the thumb over the first two fingers. Squeeze the first two fingers tightly and the small and ring finger slightly. Over tightening the two smaller fingers deforms the fist and can lead to damage of the bones in the smaller fingers. Practice clenching the fist quickly. It needs to do so just prior to impact.”

I'm a man of words and appreciate the same from others. Sweat beads formed on my forehead as I checked my bleeding lip with my thumb. Bloody hell I had made clear in the contract that hitting on the face is not allowed and he did that. The referee slammed on the ground counting till ten but the man, he was already temporary death by the fifth blow on his face.

Richard shouted him loudly. Bang! He punched and punched his face until the killer didn’t moved. Their physical strength has a huge difference. The killer died when he received another fatal blow punched of Richard. “How dare you bastard to called yourself a killer and become top 15 assassin when your too weak! How dare you to killed my family huh!” Richard continued punched him even the killer was dead. He stopped when he realized all, his fist coated with a blood and his opponent’s face cannot be determined, his face was deformed and totally wrecked because of Richards continued punched him.

His fist hit his temple and there was no way to avoid it. With a muffled sound, the man's eyes instantly turned red because of the congestion. A few seconds later, blood oozed from his ears, nose, mouth, and mouth. His huge body collapsed on the ring, like a pile of mud, dead. "Hiss..." "Hiss..." "Hiss..." Countless gasps sounded one after another, and everyone looked at the trash they thought in horror. "How can he be a good-for-nothing?" He killed his opponent with one punch. This amazing power had reached a level beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

I had to fight on, escape and go get my son. A hand gripped my shoulder again. I roared, my hand swung, a back hand slap echoing. I span, escaping Berry’s grip to find myself standing behind him. I jumped, kicking his back straight to the fence. My body jumped on him, wrapping my limbs around him. My elbow came down on the top of his head hard then I pushed back a little, throwing a hammer punch on his face temple, the weakest part of the skull. He swung forward, falling on the fence. The last blow came at the back of the neck, throwing a chopping hand that left him paralyzed and dead.

Otherwise, it would be hard for him to draw Adam’s attention, and he was growing homesick already. Hence, he began to make a move while the thugs were charging at him. There was a thud as he swung a punch and hit the burly Murican running at the front. The man’s chest caved in while his huge body was sent flying high into the air simultaneously. He flew for 20 meters before crashing violently to the ground. He had already stopped breathing by the time he landed. Zayn’s punch had killed him. Meanwhile, Zayn continued to attack them but looked like he was taking a stroll in a very relaxed manner. He continued to throw punches and the thugs charging at him were all dead in less than 20 seconds.

Perhaps revolted by my insults to his dead clan member or insulted by my casual treatment of the threat they pose, he attacks me, stabbing a knife in my face, aiming for my eye. I lean back, letting the knife pass inches in front of my nose, slicing through air. Casually, I catch his hand and snap the ulna, the elbow joint, and the humerus. It's like squeezing a twig. He's too surprised to react, or maybe I'm just moving too quickly. I send a casual punch aimed at his neck. His spine shatters, his head flopping to the side, dead eyes staring at me, his mouth opening in a scream that never left his lungs.